[As soon as he's released, Yuan pulls his hands back, tucking his elbows against him. What the hell was that.]

[He eyes Kratos a little more in return for that searching look. What.]

...you recognize, of course, that I am one of your staff, now.

[Just. Making sure that's recognized. Because if a slave isn't staff, that usually means bed-warmer; and while Kratos seems disinclined, many others will assume it.]

[His exhalation isn't quite a sigh.]

I shall follow. Where do you live?